Xizhouqu
Year:? Southern and Northern Dynasties? Author:? Folk songs in southern dynasties
Miss Mei wants to go to Kau Xizhou and break plum blossoms on the north bank of the Yangtze River.
Thin clothes are as red as apricots and hair as black as crows.
Where is Xixi Jiao? The two oars on board can be placed at the ferry pier of the Kau Xizhou Bridge.
It's getting late, Shrike flies away, and the night wind blows into Sapium sebiferum.
Under the tree is her home, and her emerald hair is exposed in the door.
She opened the door and didn't see her sweetheart. She went out to pick red-violet flowers.
Autumn, autumn Nantang, she is holding a lotus seed, and the lotus grows taller.
With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake.
Hide lotus seeds in your sleeve. Lotus seeds are red and transparent.
Miss my husband, but not yet. She looks up at the swan in the sky.
The sky was full of geese, and she went up to the tower to see her husband.
Although the tower is high, she can't see her husband. She leans against the railing all day.
The railing bent and bent into the distance, and her hands were as bright as jade.
The curtain is so high, rippling like sea water, empty and generally dark green.
If the sea is as long as a dream, then you are sad and I am sad.
If Nanfeng knows how I feel, please blow my dream to Puxi Island.
2.
Master Bodhisattva, roll it into a bun.
Year:? Don? Author:? Feng Yansi
Shake the oars into a ball,
Late lotus picking in Qingjiang River.
Gu Ying and Liu Ping,
Dream songs are not beautiful.
Meet Cui Dai,
Smile beads.
Living in the shade of willow trees,
Draw the east bridge.
3.
Picking lotus seeds
Year:? Don? Author:? Huangfusong
Han Han's fragrance lasts for ten hectares,
Sister-in-law is greedy for picking lotus late.
It's too late to get the bow wet,
Take off the red skirt and wrap the duck.
4.
Biography of the River and Riverside
Year:? Don? Author:? Wen tingjun
By the river, calling each other.
Xiao's makeup is fresh, and a woman picks lotus.
Please don't go to the seaside.
Teenagers, full of flowers.
Tea warms with the wind,
Hanging down the jade wrist, heartbroken to the willow.
Punan returns, Pubei returns,
I don't know. I'm rarely late.
5.
Picking Sang Zi and Bailianchi that month.
Year:? Song? Author:? Yan Dao Ji
Last month in Bailianchi,
The party tonight.
Qu shui LAN Zhou,
I remember flying with Joan to watch the moon sleep.
After the yellow flowers and green wine were separated,
Tears wet the notes.
Old things happen year after year,
In season, Nanhu picks lotus again.